Fat Fingers

Fat fingers feed the rich
While the number of starving ever grow
We complete the circle of ignorance
Claiming the God's love swallows the sins of which we do not know
But our fingers and eyes told us what to choose and where to go
Ignorance is bliss, and a baby Christian is mortally stricken
Turned off by their selfish behavior disgusted completely

Not even a fifty fifty chance of saving
No thought to flip a coin to stop their pain
Some God we believe in can save them
As we sit at this table and choose what to eat

What a sweet thought is this dream
That as we exist here God saves us in our daily gluttony
A falsehood only revealed upon death is our destiny

We give more thought to the unborn dying
Than the numbers of children who die ever so slow
Who do we thank but a God whose name we've forgotten or never did we know
But hey we've got a thought of Him and a golden heavenly dream

Whats the fucking point
We say God can stop the drowning rain
But for the aftermath we donate rations at an all time low
Inside you'll never realize but someday you'll know
As you depart this world you'll see
The unfortunate truth of your self defeat
Knowing then that hell, in selfishness always was your choice

No the angels didn't walk away
You gave into a more comfortable existence
Than fighting for equality or anything of meaning
You gave up even on your most simple of dreams
How could a God be interested if you wallow
Unknowingly in self defeat

We call them the lesser or unfortunate
As if God could alter society's lustful growing greed
We exist for self medication while they can't even eat
Our handsome mirror images we care more for
While angels dismiss our worrying for their torments and pain
They watch the children die on the street
While we search our skin for imperfections daily